Chapter 10 #2
I hiss in a breath as she slips her hand down to my balls.
“And red means stop immediately and reassess.”
Grabbing her wrist, I spin her around as I pivot the both of us. Her back now flush against my chest, we face Jace, who’s standing against the pile of toys on the table. His eyes run slowly down her body.
She tenses against me, but when I dip my lips to her neck, her head falls to the side on a moan.
“What do you want Jace to do to you?” I ask, holding back the jealousy rising inside me.
Her breath comes out in hard, sharp pants. “I want him to undress me for you while you sit on the sofa.”
I still. “That was a very quick answer. Have you been giving this a lot of thought?”
She nods as she wriggles against me. “I want your cock out. I want to watch you stroke yourself as you watch us.”
My cock hardens at her words despite the tightness in my chest. Memories of Jace with Deirdre fill my mind, him fucking her like an animal as he arches her back, her breasts bouncing in full view.
I think about him doing the same to my queen, and a growl nearly escapes me before I shove it back down.
But my cock, the fucking traitor, weeps inside my boxers.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I nudge Arienna forwards. She walks slowly towards Jace. Before she reaches him, she looks over her shoulder at me. I nod, reminding myself that I gave her my word.
Jace meets my gaze, asking if I’m sure. With a lifetime of friendship between us, he’ll walk out if he thinks this will hurt me.
So I force myself to nod again.
His eyes heating hungrily, he focuses on my wife.
She stops in front of him, so close she has to lift her head to look him in the eyes.
Remembering Arienna wants me seated, I stride forwards and sprawl out on the sofa in front of them.
Widening my legs, I reach into my boxers.
A hiss escapes my lips. Fuck. My cock is this damn sensitive, and we haven’t even started yet.
Turning, Arienna faces me with a sultry smile. She reaches behind her, grabbing Jace’s hands and raising them to the shoulders of her jumpsuit.
“Take your cock out,” she breathes, her eyes focused on my crotch. “I want to see it.”
Slowly, I do as she asks.
Hunger colouring her cheeks, she drops her hands from my friend’s. “Undress me, Jace. Slowly.”
When he slides one side of her top down, bearing her left bra-cupped breast and the marks I left there, I grip my cock hard. A groan builds in my chest as Jace starts to slide the fabric down the other side. He trails it over her skin, the perfect mound of her tit.
My hand slides up the length of me. The piercing in the head of my cock shifts from the movement, sparking a wave of pleasure.
Jace moves the fabric back up her shoulder, hiding her from view again.
She whimpers as her head falls back against his chest. Her eyes stay on my cock.
I slide my hand down.
Another whimper escapes her.
I jerk my hand back up.
Lowering the fabric past her breast this time, Jace bares the full of her pink, lacy bra to me. To us – his head bent over her shoulder, enjoying the show almost as much as me.
I imagine his cock straining against his trousers and his frustrated need to relieve some of the pressure. He would’ve been inside Tory Deirdre by now. Jace isn’t patient with his partners. He fucks them hard and fast – using them for a mere release before he gets back to work.
Smirking over the fact the bastard’s suffering, I stroke myself faster.
Jace’s hands drop to my wife’s hips as he tugs the black material of her jumpsuit down until it pools around her slim waist. Her nipples poke hard against her bra, and I lick my lips, imagining them between my teeth.
Lifting one of her arms, Arienna threads it around the back of his head. She tries to pull him down as she turns to find his lips, but he resists – not for me though. Jace simply never kisses anyone.
A low growl rumbles from my chest; my eyes narrow. Despite not wanting him to kiss her, I’m offended he doesn’t think she’s good enough to kiss.
Arienna whips her head forwards, her cheeks a bright red. “Sorry,” she says, her eyes on mine. “One thing only.” She smiles reassuringly at me, but my gaze stays hard on Jace.
His head disappearing behind her shoulder, he drops to his knees and slowly tugs her jumpsuit down her body.
My focus back on my cock, my body tenses with every new part of her he reveals. I pump my hand up and down as Jace shows the top of her matching lace panties. My hips buck as he pulls it down her hips.
She whimpers as she watches me, and my eyes dip to the V of her thighs. The dark material hides any wet spots, but her pink thong will display everything. In another second or so, I’ll be able to see how fucking wet she is.
Reaching forwards with my other hand, I cup my balls. As she sucks in a gasp, I jerk my cock faster.
He pulls her jumpsuit down even further.
I massage my sack, imagining what will be revealed in another moment.
And then there it is.
Damp and beautiful, her lace-cupped pussy rests between the hands of my best friend.
“How’s her ass, Jace?” I ask, stroking myself from base to tip, my eyes riveted on my wife’s body.
“Fucking magnificent,” he says, bunching the fabric at her thighs, holding it up. “I want to lay her across your lap and burrow my face in it.”
Arienna gasps. Her lips stay parted.
“Do you want that too, my queen?” I ask, my words a harsh growl. Precum beads on the head of my cock as my little wife nods vigorously.
“Do you want to suck my cock while his tongue is in your ass and your fingers are deep inside you?”
Raising her hands to her breasts, she squeezes them both on a whimper. “Yes.”
“Too bad,” I say, jerking my hand down my throbbing cock. “Because we’re monogamous, and if anyone touches you, I’ll cut off their cock or pussy lips and feed them to their closest relatives.”
Her eyes widen, lust filling them and colouring her lips and cheeks. She reaches up to squeeze her breasts on a whimper. My gaze lingers on them before lifting to her eyes. Another few strokes, and I look back at Jace’s hands. Hands that will never feel the tight wetness of her pussy.
“Now turn her around Jace,” I order, “so I can see her magnificent ass.”
He obeys immediately, but my focus turns from the lace outlining her cheeks to the fact that his mouth is now directly in front of her pussy. Thoughts of him leaning forwards and licking her fill me. My hips bucking, I imagine her lifting a leg over his shoulder and riding him to orgasm.
“Do you want to taste her?” I ask thickly, my cock sliding through my fingers almost feverishly.
“Fuck, yes.” Jace’s groan pulls a smile to my lips. He can covet her, but he’ll never have what’s mine.
“Do you want her to rub her pussy against your tongue and mouth?”
His hiss brings me to the edge. “Fuck you, Richard.”
“Answer the question.”
“Yes.”
Clenching my jaw, I squeeze my balls, holding back my orgasm. “Do you want her tight pussy riding your cock?”
Her hands find his shoulders as her knees nearly buckle. He twists the fabric of her jumpsuit, pulling it tight across her thighs. “I want to be balls deep in her ass while her tight pussy rides yours,” Jace growls.
Throwing my head back, I breathe roughly, picturing it so clearly. She’d be facing me, her breasts in my palms, his hands on her hips, moving her for the both of us. Her sweet little pants and moans would vibrate against my mouth as I kissed her.
“Turn her around,” I rasp, wanting to see her face when I come.
She spins on her feet, guided by his hands. The jumpsuit falls to her ankles. His fingers play with the thin line of lace at her hips.
“Show me my wife,” I demand.
Arienna moans as Jace tugs her thong down one teasing bit at a time.
Just as he starts to reveal the RM I etched there last night though, he goes up to peel off her bra straps.
First the left, dragged all the way down until her tit pops free and the strap hangs down her forearm.
Then the right. Only then does he undo the clasp at the back.
As it falls to the floor, he reaches around and cups her breasts in both hands.
She cries out, and my eyes narrow, begging her not to come. She bites her lip as he teases her nipples, pinching them and stroking them. Seeing another man’s hands on her fills me with both heat and rage, but the fact her eyes stay on mine helps soothe the latter.
Jace runs a hand down her soft stomach. She trembles, her gaze hot on mine, and I know she’s thinking about him teasing her there. Slipping a finger inside her as she rocks against him and I come in my own hand.
Just as his fingers brush her belly button, he lifts his hand off her. Grabbing the sides of her thong, he drops to his knees once more. Slowly, he tugs them down. Down. Down.
By the time she’s fully bared, pre-cum is dripping down my hand.
Her eyes half-hooded, she steps out of the lace and reaches up to cup her breasts.
Her nipples peak between her fingers. Her moans and whimpers come together in a song of grace, highlighted by the soft curses flying out of Jace’s mouth.
He will never have what’s mine.
Jerking my hips up off the sofa, I squeeze my cock hard and come even harder.
Whimpering, Arienna stumbles towards me.
She reaches for my cock as she falls to her knees.
Her hand trades places with mine, and my thick stream of cum splatters all over her breasts.
Grabbing her throat, I pull her up until I can kiss her.
She moans against me as she continues to stroke my cock, pulling out every last spurt of seed.
As my orgasm fades, I raise my cum-stained hand to her lips. Her tongue darts out and licks me clean before she sucks my fingers into her mouth.
I shudder, my cock twitching, as she stares into my eyes. Needy desperation and desire fill her pink gaze. Scooping up the cum on her two perfect tits, I feed it to her, then cup her cheek with my other hand. I kiss her forehead and look smugly over at Jace.
“Keep her thong and wrap it around your cock tonight because that’s the closest it’s ever going to get to her pussy or ass.”
His hard, frustrated glare causes my jealousy to shift into pride over the fact that she’s my wife.
Feeling generous, I add, “Set up the suction cup dildo on a wall, cock height, and secure the straps in the ceiling above it. Then use the lube. Be generous with it. Her ass isn’t quite broken in yet. ”
Arienna trails her hand to my balls, massaging them as she shudders against me.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I guide her mouth to my softening cock. “Suck me hard, my queen.”
As her lips close around me, I groan. “Fuck, Jace. Do you know how good this feels?”
His teal-blue eyes, hot and heavy, find mine. His cock is straining against his black leather trousers. He rubs himself through his clothes, Arienna’s thong bunched in his hand.
Shaking his head, he picks up the toys and mutters, “It’s a good thing I’m a fucking masochist.”